Abyss Train

Chapter 815: Guns are stronger than fists

[Part①·All the tricks]

"You bastard! What did you do to Teacher Victor?!" Jack Martin roared, "Change him back! Change him back!"

In the dark cellar, the "doll" in the collector's hand was still struggling, and a sharp female voice came from the throat of the black-haired beauty:

"——My strength has also decreased, and I can't seem to feel any pain? What kind of evil method is this?"

David Victor's little head almost turned 180 degrees on the spot. He stared at Jack Martin blankly, unable to make any vivid expression.

Young Jack was so frightened that he was shaking all over, and was forced to stand upright by the pale and lifeless eyes of the strange puppet.

"Teacher Victor!?"

David was surprised and delighted: "Oh my! I can actually twist my head behind my back!"

"Devil!" Jack finally broke free from the ropes.

Originally, the three brothers' arms were tied together behind their backs, but without Victor, he could barely regain control of his right hand.

——Jack Martin was furious. He pointed at the collector's nose and cursed loudly.

"Give Teacher Victor back to me! Otherwise..."

The Collector looked at Jack meaningfully, as if he had heard this voice somewhere before, but couldn't remember where.

The Big Leader never revealed his true face, but his voice could not be changed. No matter how much he lowered his voice or changed his tone, the basic timbre produced by Jack's and the Big Leader's vocal cords would not be much different.

"What will happen otherwise?"

The collector asked back, and his thick fingers slowly brushed across the top of the black-haired beauty's head -

"--Stop it!~" Jack's face turned pale, and he felt that his bladder seemed to be out of control again.

The Collector then asked, "What will happen, Jack Martin? How brave are you?"

Jack Martin's eyes almost popped out of their sockets as his fingers squeezed the doll's arms.

With a "click", the arm fell off the shoulder pad of the fishtail skirt.

"It was pulled out! It's pulled out!" Jack bit his nails, nervous and excited, as if a phantom pain was transmitted to his brain.

  Victor didn't cry out in pain. After losing his arm, he didn't seem to feel any pain. He just stared blankly at the broken arm leaving the skirt and the doll's body. It was still twitching and trembling, clenching its fists unnaturally. It was no longer under Victor's control!

"Jack Martin, show me your courage!" The collector urged, pinching the broken arm with his little finger and ring finger, and then moving his thumb and index finger to the doll's head again, gently pinching Victor's ears.

"What's going to happen?!" Jack Martin's voice began to become hoarse, his saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, he fell into a state of extreme fear, and even his heart began to ache dully: "Are you going to twist Teacher Victor's head off?"

"Yes!" The collector said bluntly, "You want to save him? Then show your bravest and most powerful attitude - otherwise, a cowardly and incompetent lapdog like you is not worthy of becoming my collection."

As he said this, the collector slowly opened his sleeves with his other hand, and saw that the puppet Mr. Jerrys on the hook had been eaten by gluttonous worms.

——The fat white worms moved in and out of the puppet's body, greedily gnawing at Jerrys' essence.

He used this method to feed Mrs. White, and the rarer items were kept separately and not hung in raincoats.

Jack Martin wanted to call upon the soul, but he was afraid that this horrible and bizarre scene would almost take away all his spiritual wisdom.

——This guy actually raises bugs in his clothes and uses living people as feed! Oh my God! Oh my God!

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!"

"Mr. Wen Bucai will not let you go!"

"Vincent! Vincent! Vincent!"

"Wake up! Wake up!"

“Boo!——”

The crisp sound calmed Jack Martin down. He was so frightened that his soul left his body. He turned his head slightly and did not press against Wen Bucai's body. His eyes returned to the collector's fingers.

  David Victor's head has left his body!

Arms and heads tumbled back and forth between the collector's fingers, as skillfully and nimbly as if they were coins.

“Ehehehehe!~Ehehehehe!~”

The Collector smiled with confidence and strength, revealing two rows of healthy white teeth.

“Ehehehehe!~Ehehehehe!~”

"Jack! You have a great expression! Really great! Really great! Really great!"

"Black Mass! Skin him and tear his bones apart!"

  A rampant and domineering crab monster flew out from the Collector's body. Its entire body was made of various metal products, like a terrifying beast made of sophisticated mechanical steel gears!

It rolled over Jack Martin! Stripped off a layer of flesh, hammered and pounded quickly! Preserved the screaming expression!

When Jack came to his senses, he covered his cheeks with his hands, but he could not move. His eyeballs could move freely, and sobs and cries came out of his throat.

"What's wrong with me? What happened? I..."

Human bones became picture frames and human skin became canvas.

Jack Martin became a portrait in the oil painting, with all his flesh and blood piled on the pale leather, forming this cold and creepy painting.

"Very good!" The Collector smiled enthusiastically and put Victor's head back together. "Great harvest! Great harvest today!"

Only when the arm was attached did the doll regain its spirits and energy, and David Victor woke up from his intense dizziness and saw the artwork incarnated by Jack Martin's flesh and blood - the artist's intelligence remained offline.

“The oil paintings are also very good! The combination of brushstrokes and light and shadow is just right!”

"Hey! What's your name? Can I see your work in the Louvre?"

Amidst the compliments, the collector seemed to have lost himself, and he teased the little black-haired beauty in his palm:

"——I'm afraid not!~ If you ask about the origin of the work, ordinary people can't accept it, and can't appreciate these treasures made of human flesh!"

David Victor: "Can you take me over there? I want to see it clearly! I want to see it more clearly!"

"Teacher Victor!" Jack, who was trapped in the painting, felt it was unreasonable: "What on earth are you doing?!~"

The collector hunched over and lowered his head with a look of joy on his face, as if he had found his soul mate.

"——Victor!~Victor!~Little rascal! Do you think I don't know?"

"Your eyebrows and eyeliner are all drawn with a pen. Perhaps this ink can become the cursed material of [Hell's Highway]. Do you want to leave some words on this kid? Do you want to awaken his fighting spirit?"

The psychic tide made the temperature increasingly cold, and David Victor remained silent, as if the powerful enemy before him was not only outstanding in soul power, but also cunning in intelligence and thinking. He really wanted to get closer to Jack Martin and leave some orders with the oily ink on the puppet.

After turning into a doll, his soul could no longer leave his body and he lost his ability to hypnotize people remotely, but he was able to write down some short commands.

  The Collector put the head and arms back into the spherical joints, restoring the doll's body, and gave Victor some breathing time. He had gradually adapted to the light arms. As long as he pushed his arms out of his fingers and palms, he could write words! It could awaken Jack Martin's fighting spirit!

According to Jack's own description -

——When this kid shot himself, his soul power was able to block the bullet!

If we can drive his spirit out, we will definitely be able to break the impasse!

  [Part②·Use the strong to defeat the weak]

"I won't let myself fall into a weak and dangerous situation." The Collector revealed Victor's little thought: "I love to bully the weak! ~Little cutie!~"

He played with Victor's head unscrupulously, pulling the puppet's hair to turn the skull, round and round, and then ripping it apart.

Victor's head kept turning due to the strong traction. He felt that the sky and the earth were deforming and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The collector cursed with a grin on his face.

"——You shameless and despicable villain! You dare to plot and scheme? You want to trick and deceive me? Impossible!"

"In the face of the absolute power gap! You are simply not my opponent."

With this initial momentum, Victor's puppet head tightened its black hair, and the ink from his eyebrows and eyes also fell on his hair! It turned into a brush!

"Kill yourself!"

The harsh and cruel decree was quickly written on the collector's wrist, and the smile on his face froze immediately.

When David Victor's head stopped spinning and the collector saw the words on his wrist clearly, he did not take any follow-up action.

Nothing? Nothing happened?!

The command failed?! Did the power of Hell's Highway fail?

David Victor was heartbroken and his eyes were dim.

  ——But the psychic tide will not lie, and red flames ignited in the ink. Why?

Why didn't it work? Why?

This was the first time that David Victor was completely determined to kill his enemy. He threw almost all mercy out the window and wanted to send this hopeless pervert to hell!

  Why doesn't it work? Could it be that...

“Ah la la la.”

A small window popped out of the Collector's white flowered collar, from which poked out a deformed little head, barely the size of a fist - this freak dwarf was hiding inside, and the Hell Highway had no chance of leaving any mark on him.

"Mr. Victor, hehehe."

The dwarf slowly pulled up the "collar curtain" to make the great writer admit defeat with conviction.

"This is my greatest work, okay?"

“This tall and strong body is actually also a puppet?” Victor finally realized that he had already tried every trick to change his body and it was impossible to turn the situation around.

Jack Martin, who witnessed the whole process, was even more desperate. If [Hell Highway] couldn't control this guy! If Mr. Wen Bucai was attacked by [Black Mass] again, no matter how strong his body was, no matter how powerful his soul was! He would become weak and powerless! He would become a weakling who could be trampled on by others! He would become a toy in the hands of collectors!

"Vincent!" David Victor finally figured out the situation and understood his own position. He finally became the princess in the fairy tale - waiting for the dragon slayer to rescue him.

Jack Martin is the pitiful little dog beside the princess, following the black-haired beauty to ask for help.

"Mr. Vincent! Wake up!"

"Vincent! Vincent! I am not talented!" Victor screamed and was stuffed into a glass bottle by the collector, blocked with a cork and fastened with a belt lanyard, becoming a bird in a cage.

"Don't sleep! Vincent! You will sleep forever after death! Why sleep for a long time when you are alive?" Jack Martin burst out with amazing talent and dug out this Chinese sentence from his mind: "Fuck you! Wake up!"

The Collector slowly approached the round table in the shadows. He was always on guard against the most dangerous and vicious character mentioned by the big boss - an Oriental man with superb marksmanship and deadly fists.

He didn't dare to use his spirit to attack rashly, for he was afraid that the ghost in this strange man would protect him. He had to be 100% sure that -

  ——This guy really fell asleep! Really fell asleep!

He slept like a dead pig. Even when his partner screamed and shouted so loudly, he still snored.

“Black Mass! Needlework! Ingenious craftsmanship!”

The spirit flew almost close to the floor, with its claws and fangs bared, approaching Vincent's thigh and ready to cut!

“Ah Da!——”

The pitch-black shark skin protruded from the thighs, and the fists smashed into the sword, axe and hammer of the crab, sparking a hot spark.

It struck out a deep spade seal! The crab staggered, almost being torn apart by this sudden punch!

"Vincent!" Jack Martin laughed happily. "I knew it! You can do it!"

The Collector's body lost balance and a scream came from his white flower collar, but he did not lose his mind due to the Death Door Effect. His legs were shaking and trembling, but he was still able to control the huge puppet body and did not collapse completely!

Wen Bucai vomited on the spot! His eyes were blurry and his mind was hazy, as if the punch just now was just a miracle by chance, and he just happened to wake up for a while - he ate too much, just like when he slaughtered Dolly and swallowed the barbecue, most of the ribs of this half sheep went into his stomach.

"What a fierce fist!" The collector showed a ferocious look on his face. The puppet felt the pain in his chest coming from his master, and seemed to be sweating and crying too - the phantom pain brought by the injury to the spirit, the nerve plexus from the chin to the chest and lungs also involved the limbs and arms, and the two legs were still shaking madly.

David Victor sneered: "Look! Look at him! He looks like a wounded tiger!"

"It looks like a newborn sika deer!" Jack followed up and shouted, "It can't even stand steadily! Mommy! Mommy! Where is mommy? I want milk! ~ How scary!"

"Shut up!" Rumpelstiltskin roared from the Collector's chest: "Shut your stinky mouths!"

"Then take a step forward! Try again?!" Jack was still fanning the flames: "Keep going! Keep moving forward! Vincent will definitely smash your head to pieces!"

"Your taste in art is a piece of stinky shit!" The black-haired beauty slapped the inner wall of the glass bottle, dangling it near the collector's belt, trying to use the glass bottle to hit the "giant's" vitals: "Take another gamble?! Take a few more steps forward? Prove your courage?!"

"Can he still throw a punch? Can he still stand up? Freak! Do you dare to touch him?"

Victor used provocation to urge the Collector to rush forward and die.

"You're not scared, are you? He's vomited out all the poison in his stomach! He's about to get up!"

The sudden metallic noise made the two noisy audience members shut up at the same time.

The Collector took out a gun from his inner pocket and pointed it at Vincent's head. He would never dare to gamble with his life.

"——It seems that making it into a collection is not safe enough, so this is the only option."

(End of this chapter)